#cw gross mention

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[2beebebetter]

The downfall of OWONekko has been so insane it doesn’t even feel real like this woman got called out on one bad take she had and immediately started acting like a 4channer 0.00000000001 seconds after it happened

[bittyfromquotev]

I’m not entirely sure but I might have lost a few followers because I said pedophilia is gross and that if people are pedophiles/support pedophilia then they shouldn’t be following me.

If I actually lost followers then what the fuck.

[vbs-kaitos-big-naturals]

im thirsty but im deathly afraid that my parents are still having sex. i dont even know if thats whats happening my mom just heavily implied it. please dear miku in the sky exclude me from this childhood trauma...

...wish me luck.

[roachyreblobs]

Kinda wanna just say something really quick

SA isn’t just limited to touch.

People who’ve experienced SA should not be invalidated if they’ve developed hyper/hypo sexuality because of it.

SA victims should not be called liars, they should not be told it was their fault.

SA or hyper sexuality should not be romanticized. It’s not okay. It’s not fun, and I don’t know why the fuck you would want it.

nobody is too young for it, nor too old to experience it.

And it doesn’t matter how’s they dressed, it happened and they should NEVER be blamed for it.

(this is just my opinion from my own experiences. If you don’t agree with it then just scroll past :P)

[odd-chips]

Hey, it’s kinda weird that second guy showed up after the first guy left, huh? 🤔

[originemesis]

spit or swallow?

"I mean, if you're having so much trouble deciding you could always go with the happy medium here and spit- in my mouth."

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[awkward-clone]

TW: Gross stuff again

To the ppl making excuses for helluva boss that’s

“They’re demons from hell, what do u expect?”

Ok yeah but they still have morals. Theres a fukin jail in hell along with a rehab center. Some of these characters are supposed to be sympathetic, such as moxie who grew up next to a asshole father. He also didnt want to ruin a family by killing the mother in ep 1 without good reason despite being a demon. He’s supposedly a sympathetic character. So can u still call him a sympathetic character when he starts banging with millie in front of minors? Can u still feel bad for him knowing that? Especially when he tells millie to cut off the “fucking bitches” part of her disguise because “these kids are a bit younger than I expected” and yet does that later on?

And to anyone saying its fiction, guess what? Doesnt matter it still affects reality as it normalises this stuff when no other character calls out the gross shit. Honestly are you the same ppl who look at cp of characters and think its fine cuz its fiction? U rlly disgust me.

[caterjunes]

removed our broken fucking sink faucet. took me half an hour, a lot of wrist pain, plus a tremendous amount of spiderwebs, rust flakes, mysterious grime, and water falling on my head. love it /s. now i need to scrape off the black ooze and shreds of old silicone, clean it all thoroughly, and figure out how the fuck to properly protect the holes from continuing to rust. then install the new faucet (had to drive 45 min each way this morning to get it). i hate this.

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

I wanna be Micah’s weird autistic buddy who’ll do crime and dick around with him and sacrifice my moral hang ups all to get a crumb of Micah’s attention

(But he would absolutely use and abuse me; he would let me die in a firefight. That or he would be dismissive and tell me to fuck off like how he does with Lenny…)

Bonus doodle:

[oculusxcaro]

As delicious as it is, cooked food doesn't really do much for Khare. The cooking process breaks down the DNA found in meat and other animal products meaning that it actually becomes less nutritional for her. It's the building blocks of life that her body needs to slow down the mutation process, digesting what she consumes instead of attacking her own body's DNA. She hasn't had much reason to eat raw just yet as cooking is a longterm staple of humanity, but a good raw steak will do her so much better than some leftover scraps from the kitchen.

[cemetery-irises]

oh my god my night has been WASTED AWAY trying to find good spyke fanfictions that arent about god awful things because holy SHIT he wouldnt do ANY OF THAT

one of my friends has been helping me w ao3 (tysm narcpotato) and he censored a lot of the stuff out but the fact that spyke x murch exists make me feel so.........

i've found 2 awesome ones tho i love the spyke/annie things i've found theyre so !!???!

[angrelysimpping]

The (Night) Hunter: Collab'oween Day 25

Night Hunter x AFAB Reagent (they/them pronouns) 

the only prompt that wasn't mine that i actually got a chance to write for ><"

Warnings: noncon; anal; piss; weird ear stuff (thanks inky); mentioned wound fucking; violence; off screen character death (two reagents enter the trial and…..its questionable if even one leaves, actually); he’s huntin’; mentioned cum eating; a lot of crying; set in program three

Words: 2239

“Run! Hide!” He laughs as the pair scamper back around the corner, sound bouncing off the tiled walls of the orphanage bathroom. “Make this fun for me.” 

He lets them get a head start, smile curling across his lipless face, before taking off after them. The two have already made it through the laundry room, but they’re not fast enough. No one ever is. One of them makes it out of the room by just a hair before he enters. So close he can almost smell them, stale clean Murkoff soap and the metallic stench of fear. 

They won’t make it to the courtyard.

They don’t even try.

The utility room is empty, doors untouched.

Hiding vermin, like rats.

“Oh, sure is dark in here.” He shuts the door behind him, the gas trap re-setting with a soft twang as he giggles. “What a shame.”

The air is dead still, almost unsettling silence. It lays thick on his skin, an oppressive blanket that would make anyone else squirm. 

Not him, though.

“You can’t hide,” he half sighed, half sung. With heavy, sure strides, he makes his way across the room. “You sure can’t hide.” A soft, stifled sound - a sob - from under the desk. “From the man with the x-ray eyes.” 

He reaches under the desk without warning, grabbing a fist full of hair and yanks. The fucker screams, sound mixing with his harsh laughter as he flings them across the room. 

A man. He stares up with wide, unseeing eyes, night vision goggles knocked from his face. He’s dazed, sprawled out on the floor. 

Glorious sight, the fear, the fucking terror.

“I’m gonna watch you bleed.” Almost delicately, he nestles the tip of his machete between the man’s thighs. Like any caught vermin, he tries to squirm back, but there’s nowhere to go, breath stuttering as he presses the blade against groin. “And then I’m gonna watch you die.”

The brick hits him in the face. 

He topples to the floor with a thud, metal scraping against concrete as he tries and fails to keep his equipment from taking any damage. A whoop of delight echoing around the room as he crashes.  

“LITTLE SHIT!”  

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he’s back on his fleet in a flash. He’s up faster than they expected. He can tell from the way they freeze, smile dropping and breath hitching as he lunges for them and, for a second, they seem to shine brighter for him than before.

The other little cunt running around in the dark, trying to save their dumb friend. 

“That fucking hurt!” 

Hand clamping around their forearm, they squeak, wrenching back. But his grip is iron, holding on as they scramble towards the light, the courtyard, safe haven from his x-ray eyes. 

“No you don’t, slippery little glow worm.”

But they do, near falling into the light and dragging him along.

“Shit!” 

Those damned lights were too much. Blinding, burning his eyes, scorching out his brain with their intensity. He couldn’t even blink thanks to the way those doctor fucks had made his goggles. ‘Great bird of prey,’ bah.

They don’t get far, stumbling, panic blinding them nearly as complete as the light blinds him. A desperate attempt to vault a crate is their folly as he fights to drag them back. 

And it’s so easy to pin them over the edge of the crate. 

“Got ya now, shiny worm.”

They writhe under him, bucking and twisting. Any other time, he’d gut them with his machete and move on. But, they’re squirming, their ass grinding against his dick, and god when was the last time he-

The whine of the gas trap triggering scatters his thoughts. Muffled thud of the spike impaling flesh, panicked sobs. Ah, the man from under the desk, the one they were trying to protect. 

Now getting gassed out of their mind, having opted to run away instead of help.

“Looks like your little friend tried to sneak away.” Idly, he rocks his hips forward, letting them feel how hard their struggles made him. “Gonna just be you,” he grips his machete tight, bringing the tip to the hem of their pants. They freeze, a whimper building in their throat as he takes his time, cool metal kissing their skin. Hooking the blade into the ragged material, the cloth all but falls apart on contact. “And me,” he finishes, wild giggle bubbling up from his chest as their pathetic attempts to escape redouble. 

“Aw, little glow worm, what’s with all the fuss?” With practiced hands, unseeing, he drags the waistband of his pants down, freeing his aching erection. They still again as his cock caresses the curve of their ass, hot and hard, before a small sob leaves them. “Oh, wanna play nice now, do ya?” 

A broken, moaned no that he barely hears, too enthralled by grinding against their ass. Shifting his hips just enough, his cock angles down, sliding between sweat slicked thighs and-

“Ah, feels like you’re wet, like your cunt is starved for-fuck off!”

He should have expected the kick. Little fucker had put up a hell of a fight, much more than he’d ever expected from such a feeble looking worm. Why would they have stopped now? Just roll over and give up because he’d slid between their lips? Become a silent, submissive little pup because his tip had bumped into their clit? 

No, and they wouldn't be nearly half as fun if they had.

Before they can kick out again, he grabs them by the back of their head, dirty nails digging into their scalp as he yanks them back. “Do that again,” his tongue lulls out from his destroyed mouth, hot muscle trailing up the side of their neck, “and I’ll take you apart piece by piece.” Caressing the shell of their ear, they squirm, but not there’s not as much fight as before. “Even those bastards won’t be able to put you back together again.” They go stiff as his tongue wiggles into their ear canal, a small sound of discomfort escaping them. 

But, they don’t move.

Not even as he withdraws his tongue, gnarled teeth catching on their earlobe. Steadily adding pressure, they shudder under him, but they don’t try to squirm away like before. 

"Good mousy."

Blinded still, he nearly impales their hand as he embeds his machete into the crate, a pathetic hiccuped whimper making his dick jump. Another tiny giggle leaves him as he press their head down with one hand, grabs their hip with the other, and starts to rut against them. 

They don't move, don't try to stop him as precum smears against their skin. Good enough for him. He can't see their eyes dart around the courtyard, a group of white coated "doctors," or whatever they liked to call themselves, gathered at an observation window. 

He wouldn't have cared if he had. Might have even gone on to put on more of a show, even. But, no, not right now, not this time. Right now, all he can think about, all he can care about, is the warm body beneath him. Of their soft grunts, their attempts to keep quiet and not attract any other attention. Of the way their body responds, even if they don't want it to, slick gathering on his cock, precum mixing with his own and making his movements easier. 

Of the tight hole that the head of his cock catches against as he repositions himself.

They stiffen under him, rigid as he slows his thrusts, grinding the tip of his dick against the spot where their body fights to keep him out. “What we got here, huh?” 

“D-don’t.” Their voice is so soft he almost doesn't hear it, lost in his heavy breathing and the buzzing of the lights. “N-not…not there. Don’t. P-please.”

“Not here?” He presses forward a fraction of an amount, fat head pressing against the tight ring of muscles. Their breath catches in their throat, and he can almost taste their desperation, thick like battery acid on his tongue. “Maybe if you'd been a good lil mouse from the start,” he pants, reveling in how their body is slowly succumbing to his will even as they beg for him to stop, “I’d be able to find the right hole.” 

“Go back. W-we can g-go back. Into the d-dark.” Their voice is higher pitched than before, all broken, stuttered words and pleading tone. Not the same little shit who had the gall to smash his face in with a brick only moments ago. “I w-won’t r-run.” He can hear their suppressed sobs, leans down to swipe his tongue over their cheek. Salt, tears and sweat. They shudder as his tongue traces the curve of their neck, tucking his face into the joint between their neck and shoulder. Inhaling deep, he catches the same scent as before, chemicals and fear and, under it all, the faint trace of their own scent. 

Delicious. 

He doesn’t say anything, and maybe they know the answer from the way he smiles into their skin. They sob as his cock slowly pries open their rim, losing the fight to keep him out. 

He can’t help himself after that, glorious tight heat enveloping him. Hips jerking forward, they scream as he impales their ass in one brutal thrust. Friction almost painful, he laughs into their neck, wild giggles and labored breaths as he starts to pull out. They’re still screaming, sound no longer ringing in his ears as much as before but still a persistent annoyance as he snaps forward again. 

“Might wanna shut your yap, mousy,” he growls, teeth scraping over the tender skin of their neck, tongue flicking out to swipe over a pulse point. “Unless you want Goosberry to give you a new hole for me to fuck.” 

They move, twisting under him. For a second, his hand goes for his machete, before they settle again. He can’t see them, can only feel them: tight around his cock, trembling back against his chest around his battery, wild hartbeat against his teeth, surprisingly soft skin of their hip in his scarred palm, head still pressed down and forcing their cheek against the harsh wood. He doesn’t know how they’ve moved to bite into their forearm, dampening the sounds of their sobs and screams as he starts another torturously slow withdrawal. But he notices the muffled sounds, their attempt, their promptness at his threat.

The cackle he lets out almost rivals their initial scream as he’d forced them open. 

“Good mousy.” Punctuating the sentence with a particularly brutal thrust, he’s greeted with the smell of bleach. 

He stays buried deep as a hot gush of liquid splashes against his thighs. His grins grows even wider, biting down into their shoulder lightly, almost teasingly, as he rocked forward, making sure his cock pressed hard against their insides as they pissed themself. 

“Ay, watch the equipment.” 

They only sob harder into their arm, body shaking and burning as he abandoned his slow, deliberate tempo and starts a punishing pace, fucking them into the rough suerface of the crate. “Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” The words are murmured into their skin where he keeps his face shielded from the light. If they respond, he doesn’t hear it, his own harsh breath loud in his ears as he pistons into them. It’s easier now, lewd squelch every time he slams home and the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the courtyard. “You bleeding sweetheart? Helping me fuck this ass open?” Another stifled sound of misery, and his cock twitches dangerously. “Bet it’d taste good. Wouldn’t have to carve you out with my tongue either. Loosened your ass up real good, wouldn't be able to keep it in, would ya? Messy little mousy I caught, huh?” 

Their mouth leaves their arm. He can tell instantly, their sobs unfettered, copper tang of blood on their breath as they turn as much as they can to face him. 

“P-please.” It’s a pathetic little whine, almost lost amongst sobs and broken up by the force of his hips meeting their’s. There’s a buzzing in his brain, balls tightening. “J-j-just cum. Please.”

Electricity races up his spine, and he rips out of them. Letting go of their hip, he takes his cock in hand, blood and precum smeared along the shaft and coating his palm as he pumps himself to completion. A small hiccup escapes them as his hot seed paints their abused ass. 

“Don’t worry,” he pants, his own voice sounding harsh in his own ears, heavy with his accent and a barely restrained smile. “Don’t worry little mouse, my little glow worm.” They stiffen as his thumb hooks into their puffy asshole, tormenting the already tender muscles. “You were begging for me to fill you up, weren’t you nasty little worm.” They try to push back against him, try to scramble away, but their entire body shakes at the effort. Another one of his wild giggles escapes him as they collapse back against the crate. 

That must be when they feel it, how he’s already hard again, leaking new precum against their thighs. It’s in the air, the renewed fear, the electric iron taste on his tongue. 

Slipping his thumb free, he lines himself up, can feel their hole fluttering against the tip of his dick, begging for him to fill it again.

[cassandra-j0n3s]

[she stumbles to the door of the lair after walking through the sewers for what felt like ages. she mindlessly walks in, not noticing erin. she still has the tentacles coming out of her back, wiggling around as they please. she only makes it a few steps before her eyes go back to normal and she passes out]

@erin-trees

[korkietism]

Have some korekiyo posting. Misplaced angst, sillies based on a Pinterest thing that I lost, and a bunch of Tenkiyo doodles.

Kiyo is a scholar, a romantic, a creepy cryptic person who finds interest in all. Tenko punches and yells and she’s amazing at Neo Aikido and she expresses her emotions in full. They’re both also extremely silly. Kiyo likes to think they’re very serious but Tenko makes them a giggly mess. Tenko refuses to take a cryptic weirdo like Kiyo seriously but finds herself crying into their arms after a particularly bad day, allowing them to pet her knotted hair and hold her steady.